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Every once in while, J will ask if Noah will go back to the Philippines. On one or two occasions, he's asked when Noah will go back.

We pounce, of course. Never, we say. Noah is part of our family now. He's your little brother. God made us a family. God brought him to us. (To which J once replied, "No! He came on an aeroplane!")

J doesn't ask angrily. It isn't that he wants Noah to leave. But the way Noah joined our family was different. Different from E. Different from other families.

So we keep explaining, that the difference makes no difference to us.

We've had a couple of friends ask us how we managed to adopt a child that bears a resemblance to me, and to his two older siblings. I don't know. But it's nice; maybe this will make it just a little easier for Noah.

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